Wednesday 9 June: The Lost gardens of Heligan

 Thick sea mist as we wake up, so breakfast inside Ludwig for the first time. We pack up, say farewell to P and A and head off, buying local asparagus and strawberries on the way. Then make our way towards the Lost Gardens of Heligan, which are shrouded in the mist and so live up to their name. Spectacular kitchen garden, and I’m pleased to see that their beans and kale are just as decimated by slugs/snails/caterpillars as ours! A harpist is playing in the Italian garden. Impressive geranium house and fig trees in terracotta pots. We walk over the Burma rope bridge amongst a mass of gunneras and tree ferns. We share a pizza from the wood fire but decide that it isn’t as good as ours made boyscout/girlguide fashion in the frying pan and under the grill!

Then onwards back north again to Crantock. We eventually find our camp site, Higher Moor Farm, which is tucked away and narrowly avoid going down a stony track closed for road works. Very rural and different from Ayr. It used to be a market garden until the owners could no longer make a profit and turned it into a camp site. We walk to Polly joke beach over Cubert common and then get back for Splatterdon asparagus (nice and thin) - to be eaten by Boris and Biden at the G7 later, and then pasta with Cornish wild garlic pesto. Delicious at the time but it gets its revenge on the breath throughout the night and into the next morning.